I didn't mean to make you feel out of place by the comments on your clothing or the makeup on your face. I didn't mean to preempt the chase. You're the drama queen of every scene, perfectly out of place.
So you cry yourself to sleep, in your blanket of snow, with your tiara of barbie doll heads and your arms crossed for a pillow. If you can't make up your mind just how different you should be, reorganize your priorities to expect more sympathy.